"I tell you that I live on for only one thing--to kill Spaniards, yes, priests first and then the others.

Oh! I have a long count to pay; for every time that he was tortured a life, for every groan he uttered at the stake a life; yes, so many for the father and half as many for the son.

Well, I shall live to be old, I know that I shall live to be old, and the count will be discharged, ay, to the last stiver." As she spoke, the outlawed Water Wife had risen, and the flare of the fire struck full upon her.

It was an awful face that Lysbeth beheld by the light of it, full of fierceness and energy, the face of an inspired avenger, dread and unnatural, yet not altogether repulsive.

Indeed, that countenance was such as an imaginative artist might give to one of the beasts in the Book of Revelation.